Get Mine, Get Yours Chapter 3: Praying, an alias fanfic

Praying

The following Saturday, Sydney was exiting the plane, her suitcase-on-wheels in tow. She checked her watch. It was a few minutes past six. She left the airport and went to her car. She tossed the suitcase in the back, then climbed in and headed for the warehouse.

She tried thinking of all the positive aspects of having a purely physical relationship with Vaughn, but she was still having trouble chasing the butterflies out of her stomach.

Baby you pretend things ain't what they seem
All this tension on titling just exactly what we should be
Baby I don't mind us bein some casual thing
Listen all I want to do for now is have you come and take all of me, can you
Put your hands on my waistline
Want your skin up against mine
Move my hips to the baseline
Let me get mine you get yours
Hang a please don't disturb sign
Put my back into a slow grind
Running' chills up and down my spine
Let me get mine you get yours

She arrived at the warehouse at half-past six. She got out and walked to the entrance.

Vaughn greeted her as she walked inside.

Sydney said softly. She shivered a little.

Vaughn held up a blanket. I figured this would make the floor or table more comfortable, he said with a shrug.

Sydney blurted and they both chuckled. The butterflies disappeared.

If you see me with a man understand that you can't question me
The feelings that you caught ain't my fault can't help your jealousy
If you can handle the fact that what we have has got to be commitment free
Then we can keep this undercover lovin' commin' hidden underneath the sheets
Can you
Put your hands on my waistline
Want your skin up against mine
Move my hips to the baseline
Let me get mine you get yours
(But don't fall in love)
Hang a please don't disturb sign
Put my back into a slow grind
Running' chills up and down my spine
Let me get mine you get yours

Vaughn removed his suit jacket and laid it on a chair. Sydney took off her coat and laid it on a different chair. They took tentative steps towards each other until their bodies were almost touching. They were close enough to kiss.
Sydney whispered, reading Vaughn's mind. Vaughn nodded.

So come on and freak my body we can get nasty naughty
All night a private party
Gotta hit that spot just right
Work me like a 9 to 5
It ain't about the kissin' and huggin' cause this is just a physical lovin'
Straight sweatin' our bodies are rubbin'
Gotta hit that spot just right work me like a 9 to 5

Sydney went to work on loosening Vaughn's tie. Once the tie was gone, Sydney unbuttoned Vaughn's shirt, which joined the jacket and tie on the chair. Vaughn lifted Sydney's shirt over her head and tossed it on the chair with her coat. Sydney unzipped the pants pressing against Vaughn's erection. He stepped out of the pants and tossed them in the direction of the chair with his other clothes. He unzipped Sydney's jeans and those joined Sydney's other clothes on the chair.

We have a physical thing
We make love, but don't fall in love
We spend time
Just enough so you get yours and I get mine
No strings attached
I want your body
Not your heart

Undergarments were the last to go, then Sydney and Vaughn found themselves staring at the other's bare physique. With a brief sigh to prepare himself, Vaughn placed his hands on Sydney's waist and pushed her towards the table. Sydney hopped up and Vaughn moved to stand between her legs. He leaned forward and kissed her neck, then wrapped his arms around her back to pull her forward as he entered her.

Put your hands on my waistline
Want your skin up against mine
Move my hips to the baseline
Let me get mine you get yours
Hang a please don't disturb sign
Put my back into a slow grind
Running' chills up and down my spine
Let me get mine you get yours

A few minutes of thrusting, moaning, and heavy breathing later, and they had both come. Their bodies glistened with sweat and they were struggling to catch their breath. Vaughn stepped back and Sydney went for her clothes and began to dress. Vaughn followed suit.

Thoughts about what she and Vaughn had just done filled Sydney's head. She wondered if she had made the right decision in suggesting she and Vaughn have a physical relationship. She hoped she had and prayed their friendship had not been ruined.

She sighed as she tugged on her shoes and socks. Vaughn was buttoning his shirt.

In truth, Sydney still had no idea whether or not she had made an intelligent decision. She only knew that she wanted to live in the now. The now' was a physical relationship with Vaughn. And that was fine.

She gave Vaughn a kiss on the cheek and left the warehouse.

Note: The song is Get Mine, Get Yours from Christina Aguilera's Stripped' album. As I said before, the song was the inspiration for this fic.

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